慢慢的 這份愛 悄悄的住下來,
深深的 在心裡 沒人看得出來,
安靜的 但卻一直都在 是你默默的愛.

慢慢的 這份愛 已經變成依賴,
淺淺的 笑容裡 卻讓我充滿期待,
不用說 我就能夠明白 你默默的愛...

strength.

faith.

forgiveness.

courage.

I re-use old scrap paper.
I come across things.
It triggers mental retrogradation and consequent action of picking up something that is now forever stored away. 

So, what did I write when I was 17 before I left high school?

"Where are we now?
This day we depart,
Those times that we've spent,
remain inscribed in our hearts.
The memories we've gained,
the ones we've lost,
will we remember these faces,
or will our paths never cross?
The angels, the demons,
we've laughed and we've cried.
The unexpected, the repetition,
as long as we've tried.
The future, a labyrinth,
step by step, this life.
Our hopes and our dreams...
Together, let's dive for the sky." 

Rhymes don't come so easily to me anymore.

But what I really wanted to post was something that I didn't intend to look for.

"Rhonda,
Well, this is it. I'm sure gonna miss your piano in Band and esp. in Choir, plus those after school debriefings where I get to tell you all my troubles. You are very talented and I have no doubt that if you want to pursue music or some other field, you can do it! Just remember every overnight success takes 10 years, so don't rush your life - it really is the journey, not the destination.
<3 Mr. Mikulin"

Mr. Mikulin, you even said I should audition for a music program with percussion. Perhaps you see in me what I don't see. I will never know though, since I never tired. Heck, I didn't even attempt with the instrument I played since I was 7. I admit, I didn't have confidence in my ability and the so-called "talent". I'm not sure if that has changed. But all I want to do, is thank you; and all I am, is thankful for your words and invisible support. 


It stuns me how someone has so much faith in me. 

I just need the strength, courage, fearlessness, to sustain such faith in myself. 

That's how I would sum it up in one sentence.
















































Fifteen days, but a hundred times more photos.
Countless sights stamped in my memory, and never-again experiences to dive my senses back into.